#poetsblr

I am scared all the time. So, I look up at the sky for comfort. Someone sends me clouds and stars and birds and the dearest moon. And I feel heard. Everything else... is confetti.

There is nothing like heartbreak that makes your soul see the cradles of tenderness in a new light and I smile like a flower in winter holding on to every offering of a bloom believing in the beauty of hope to overcome the storms, for after much rain, comes the blossoming of colors one never thought to see as if a star amid the fervent darkness to open the eyes a little brighter until they are finally able to catch sunshine and within one last cry, a flooding smile is again settling after birth.

I wait on Death's shore.